[It was not my intent to use this poem today, but Matthew’s comments yesterday offered an opening. Jelle Pelmulder, Sioux County’s (IA) first school master, wrote

  I wasn’t born and reared here. My home–I’m not sure how anyone finally defines that word–is really the western shore of Lake Michigan, where sunrise

Coventry, England, a city of 250,00 in the West Midlands, boasted significant industrial power when the Europe went to war in 1940, industries Hitler wouldn’t

If I heard it once, I heard the story a dozen times. It was all about the gendered shape of conversation. Went like this. One

That the hide painting is mislabeled is no one’s fault, really. Somewhere along the line of ownership it was likely a slip of the tongue

by James Schaap People who knew him claim that the late great President of Dordt College, Dr. John B. Hulst, a very proper man who

Johnnie, get your gun Get your gun, get your gun Take it on the run On the run, on the run Hear them calling, you

You’ve got to be my age or older, and you have to have been born in a small town to know what I’m talking about,

You think I’m exaggerating when I say that from up there on the hill, you can watch your dog run away for three days, but